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Alfred is an admired businessman known for his rags to riches story. After all, it took ten years of hard work to put him where he is.

Every week, he patiently waited in line to transact his business at the bank, but this odd Tuesday, an indigent went in and shook his hand.

“A fine day to you, Mr. Alfred,” the beggar said. “Could you please spare this hungry man a dollar, I have already missed six meals.”

Honored and flabbergasted, Mr. Alfred readily took a dollar from his pocket and gave it to the stout man.

“On second thought, could you please spare another dollar?” he said politely.

He felt his hand a little heavier when he lifted the dollar to the demanding pauper.

“Thanks,” the man said, then hurriedly left.

On his way out, the beggar entered again.

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Maihla dropped the final ingredient of the potion. She climbed on her gossamer vessel and headed for Awuhk Mountain. She saw a warlock in pursuit. It was Giordwahn from the Mwadamuhn tribe.

“Maihla stop,” Giordwahn commanded while pulling at her vessel with an unseen rope.

She threw an enchantment, then her vessel pulled away from Giordwahn’s grasp.

Giordwahn blocked her way to the altar.

“Let me through. This is the only way,” Maihla said. “Don’t you understand?”

“I know but, you would lose your –,” Giordwahn was cut in mid sentence.

“My bloodline?” Maihla retaliated. “I’d rather lose my inheritance, than to lose you.”

Her words pierced his soul. Giordwahn let her pass. Maihla stepped out of the altar in her mortal form and reached for Giordwahn’s hand. The former heiress of the Pwuluk tribe finally joined her beloved warlock.

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Justin woke up longing. He recalled how his nights were full of passion for his wife. The memories felt like dreams of another lifetime away. Now, her side of the bed lay empty.

He got up and went to shower. There were traces of his wife’s presence there. Her robe, toothbrush, and perfumes were in place.

The phone rang, with his husky voice he replied, “Hello?”

“It’s me, I’m sorry.”

His memories of that night almost drowned his consciousness. He found his wife in the arms of another man, but his craving for her touch faded the anger from his heart and when he saw his empty bed, he felt the need to be with her again.

He replied, “I miss you so much, come back to me.”

Justin heard the sobs from the other line and ended the call.

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Following a conversation @twitter:

“@royrebel Why are you running away?”

“@lostboy99 I’m sick and tired of my parents dragging me to their stupid family trips.

“@royrebel I ran away too. I resent my decision then. Don’t want you to suffer my fate.”

“@lostboy99 What happened to you?”

“@royrebel I was confused. I was miserable. Trust me it’s not worth it. Don’t leave.”

“@lostboy99 That’s easier said than done.”

“@royrebel True, but I will be here for you bro every step of the way.”

“@lostboy99 Hmmm… Okay. I’ll give it a try.”

Roy signed out of twitter then went to his parents’ room.

“Goodnight dad,” he said. “Okay, I decided to join you and mom to our trip to the province tomorrow.”

“We’ll have a good time son,” Roy’s dad said and signed out of his iPhone twitter account as @lostboy99.

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Jena became a beautiful and intelligent young lady who graduated Cum Laude in college. Her family brought her to a restaurant for a celebratory dinner.

When they were about to pay the bill, an old man approached them.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he said. This brought puzzlement on Jena and her parent’s faces. He showed her a bag with her name and picture.

“I remember you!” she surprisingly said.

“And I – you,” the man replied.

“I gave you that bag when I was just three one Sunday morning,” Jena fondly recalled.

“The wheel of compassionate time turned and I emerged from my former state, thanks to you. It’s my turn to repay the favor. You found me when I was homeless and your actions gave me hope. Here I am now, the owner of this restaurant.”

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Bernard looked at himself in the mirror. It’s as if he just saw himself for the first time in years. Since he started his Medical Practice, he forgot how haggard he had become. It surprised him to see a reflection of what he thought was a determined and vigorous young doctor. Was this because of double shifts at the Hospital? The load of patients even at weekends? For what, the prize of a luxurious lifestyle?

He stepped back from the mirror, but, still saw the reflection of springtime from his eyes. He didn’t want this body.

“Daddy?” a small voice called him, “Could you take me to the park this weekend?” she continued hopefully.

It was his five year old daughter.

He stepped out of the bathroom and spoke gently, “From now on, daddy will spend more time with you sweety.”